Of all the poems I have written, this is not my favourite. I am still not sure about it, but I want to publish the best and the worst. The theme is religious because I have always had an interest in religion. It wasn’t intended that way but sometimes you are driven subconsciously by your background and your childhood.

Epitaph

This was my son
I gave him to you
I asked you to love him
But look how it grew
Into something so cold now
The darkness shot through
Second chances are futile
When the world lives through you